Madam Has An Amazing Life After Her Divorce

rward and held Father Qiao back.

“Uncle, what’s wrong with trees? Why are you implicating the innocent?”

Mr.
Qiao pointed at the dense words on the tree trunk and said angrily, “Doctor Li, look.
Those are Qiao An’s feelings for Li Zecheng.
That girl likes Li Zecheng so much.
How can he let my Qiao An down?”

Only then did Li Xiaoran notice that there were many love poems engraved on the tree trunk.
All the feelings of a young girl were written on it.

For example:

“With you by my side, I never envy anyone.”

“You didn’t accompany me day and night, but I waited for you.”

… .

Beside these love poems were the names of the Thunderbolt Blade and Qiao An, surrounded by a heart.

Through these love poems, Li Xiaoran seemed to see the deep love in Qiao An’s eyes.
It was as if he could see Qiao An leaning against the door, looking forward to his return every day.

In the end, he was actually a little dazed.
He didn’t know if he had let Qiao An down or if she had let him down.

Father Qiao slashed dowmn on the thick parasol tree which only swayed slightly.
Li Xiaoran suddenly knelt down to Father Qiao.

“Uncle, if you hate Thunderbolt Blade and hate him for not teaching your daughter well, then hit and scold me.
I beg you not to make things difficult for this tree.”

Mr.
Qiao said, “The person who harmed my daughter is your nephew, not you.
Why should I hit you and scold you?”

Li Xiaoran confessed to Father Qiao, “Uncle, because I’m the Thunderbolt Blade.”

With a clang, the knife in Mr.
Qiao’s hand slipped to the ground.

“What did you say? You’re Thunderbolt Blade?”

Li Xiaoran nodded.

Mr.
Qiao was puzzled.
“Since you’re Thunderbolt Blade, why didn’t Qiao An marry you? Why was it your nephew, Li Zecheng?”

A sad and bitter expression appeared on Li Xiaoran’s handsome face.
“Uncle, you don’t know this, but Qiao An went to the capital and took a fancy to my handsome nephew.”

Mr.
Qiao shook his head.
“Impossible.
My An An loves you so much that she dreams of marrying you.
How could she abandon you?”

Li Xiaoran said, “Uncle, I’m not lying to you.
On Qiao An and Li Zecheng’s wedding day, I tried to save Qiao An.
She told me herself that she wouldn’t like a man like me who has nothing.”

Mr.
Qiao’s eyes turned red with anger.
“How can she change her mind? No wonder she has this calamity.
This is her retribution.”

Li Xiaoran had long experienced the pain of being betrayed.
At this moment, he seemed especially open-minded and comforted Father Qiao.

“Uncle, An’an and I are not fated.”

Mr.
Qiao sighed.

The next day.

When Li Zecheng woke up, he realized that his phone seemed to have been misplaced.
Li Zecheng glanced at the sleeping Qiao An, and a smile filled his eyes.

From the day he and Qiao An got married, he knew that the person she loved was not him, but his uncle, Li Xiaoran.
Therefore, he was very guarded against Qiao An.
He didn’t set a fingerprint lock on his phone because he was afraid that Qiao An would use his sleep to open his phone and steal his secrets.

Qiao An didn’t know the password to his phone at all, so Li Zecheng wasn’t worried that Qiao An would find out the secret.

After Li Zecheng left for work, Qiao An started her plan for the day—she was going to take the note to Fox Wei and make her spit out the huge assets that belonged to her.

She chose a plain and old cotton dress from the cloakroom, then let her hair down.
Her thin body was weak under this sloppy makeup, making her look pitiful.

She deliberately acted pitiful to gain the support of the people.

Then, Qiao An called the Li Corporation Hotel.